2752/About those Parademons...

About those Parademons...
Date of Scene:	07 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Quake, Iron Man

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Quake has posed:
    It was some time after a certain Agent-in-Training Daisy Johnson had delivered the data stick to a certain Mr. Tony Stark, that she shows up at Stark Industries again. This time in her nice SHIELD jumpsuit (that should have been a clue right there), and flashing her badge all officially, requestinng to speak with the man himself. No appointment. No calling ahead. No heads up from SHIELD that she was coming. Just Daisy, her badge, and a polite request to let Mr. Stark know that she was here.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony chuckles and you get an answer back from the security guard. "He says he's hungry. Something about if you bring lunch with you, he'll let you up. Otherwise, he has an impossibly busy schedule havign to get something from Uber eats or Amazon Restaurants, and if he can't decide which one of them is better, he may have to buy both and that will take time. So you're welcome to wait, or else..." and the security guard writes down an order. Of course, he does hand over a $50, something about Tony doesn't expect the rookie agent to buy lunch. That would be mean.

Quake has posed:
    Oh, that request gets an arch of brow fro the young woman. "I'm supposed to buy him lunch, huh?" The security guard gets the full on dryness of her response as she grabs up the fifty, "Fine. I'll be back in forty-five minutes. You can tell him that."
    Skye turns on her heels, tucking the fifty into a pocket, as she strides out the front foyer doors. And for a good block and a half as she looks for a suitable place to vent her ire upon Mr. Stark, providing him with bodega bagels, with plain cream cheese, and a can of soda each, the full on amusement of the thing hits her and a plan is hatched..
    So it is that Agent in Training Johnson shows up precisely forty-two minutes later, carrying two grocery bags, stopping with an expectant look at the security guard who had delivered her mission not quite an hour earlier.

Iron Man has posed:
The security guard takes a peek in the bags, he has to, but what's in them isnt' relayed to Mr. Stark. it was said if you come back with lunch you can go up so as long as whatever is in the bags either is lunch or can be turned into lunch, you're allowed into the elevator and up towards his office.

Tony, on the other hand, has apparently been busy. He's playing a game called 'Space Invaders' only the grpahics are far more modern and the invaders look a lot like parademons. Along the top of the screen, rather than a little UFO, it's Darkseid flying across and the little thing you're shooting with is your choice of the Avengers - Hawkeye, Iron Man, Natasha. And the 'bunkers' are actually Captain America's shield. It's...entertaining, and totally only found on his servers. "You're not very fast for a SHIELD agent."

Quake has posed:
    Skye is all sorts of smug as she's shown up. There was a minute or two when the bags were looked into that she was a little worried, but unless the guard sent word ahead of what to expect, all she got was a wave on up.
    She already knew the way.
    Once there, the woman stops to watch the game a moment, rolling her eyes as she takes it all in. "Ahem. I believe someone demanded lunch?" Very calmly, Skye pulls a platic wrapped bag of bagels, a tub of Philedelphia cream cheese, and a plastic knife on Stark's desk. "Lunch."
    Of course she's still got two bags that don't look empty. Skye sits, bags on the floor beside her, and waits.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony looks back at what you set on the desk and he shakes his head. "That's breakfast," he says. "Everyone knows that." He waves his hand, and sighs. "This is going to look awful in my evaluation of you, Agent Gardenia...." he says. "Or was it Agent Daffodil? I'm afraid I can't quite recall...." he says with a sigh and a wave of his hand as he pauses the game and he hops up. "I hope this means that what you came to talk to me about isnt' very important? I have a multi-national organization to run," (Ok so Pepper does that but he can pretend he has a say in it), "A legion of superheroes to take care of, and a city to make sure gets cleaned up. If all you brought me was a bagel and cream cheese I hope you're just coming by to ask if you can sync your watch with Jarvis so you can know the proper time."

Quake has posed:
    There is no repentance from the woman, her lips pursed in wry amusement, eyes glinting. "Oh, ha ha. I'm supposed to get all huffy and upset about that Mr. Frosted Flakes?" She's trying very hard not to laugh. Very, very hard, and she's only holding onto that edge by a thin, thin thread of self-discipline. "I'll have you know that's a perfectly acceptable lunch in many places. And if you don't eat them all in one sitting, you've got dinner besides."
    He's watched, ever so carefully as she tells him without remorse, "I'm not giving you the change."

Iron Man has posed:
He grins as he looks over to you and seems to not worry about things such as...you know...comments, or poking fun at him. "It would be a perfectly acceptable lunch. And if you were feeidng anyone else, they may accept it as a good offering. In fact, I strongly suggest that you go ahead and take it to them. Maybe they can aanswer your questions. I mean, I'm sure it has to be a fairly mundane one, else why would you have picked me of all people to help you? Run along now," he says with a grin as he puts some ice into a glass and he takes out a bottled coke and pops the top off, taking a sip from the bottle before pouring it into the glass. "Oh...still here then? Well...unless you have a meatball sub or rotisserie chicken hiding in the jumpsuit, and I'm going to guess by the fit the answer to that is a big no...I suggest you pick up the phone and use that change to order us a pizza or else grab a controller and start playing. Cause whatever you're here to ask, the answer is no until I'm fed." Yup...now it's a matter of principle. He still seems to be enjoying it though...and isn't all that sad at the view of you in the jumpsuit either. He had upgraded some of Natasha's weapons. He does have his gaze drift over it, and you, to see what weapons you've gone with.

Quake has posed:
Not a weapon in sight. At least nothing visible. Seems the whole agent getup was for show, strictly for show.

"Fine," Skye remarks calmly as she begins moving things out of the way. "If you insist on playing it that way." Calm, but amused. Ever so amused. "At first I was pissed. The whole servant girl thing? Sending me off like a lackey to fetch you your dinner? Half tempted to take your money and not come back. The bagels were my second choice. But.."

As she speaks, and has cleared a spot, the woman stands and sets the bags she still has on the chair she just got off of, and begins pulling things out of the one. First a tablecloth. Well, it's a shawl, but it suffices. Then two candle sticks. Candles. A lighter that she uses to light the candles with. And when that is done, other items appear: Some cold meats. Buns. Cheese of various sorts - just enough for two. A bowl that gets apples, pears, and grapes. A plate for each, along with a knife suitable for cutting fuits and cheeses. Two wine glasses. And finally a bottle of wine.

"You owe me for the wine," she comments, as she folds up the bags and gestures to the setup. "Well?" Expectantly.

Iron Man has posed:
Well that complicates things. At least for Natasha he knows what to improve. Still though, Tony isn't above a good hazing and so as you get things out, and set them up, he waits for it all to be done and then ponders, before nodding, "Alright then," he says pleasantly. He moves to sit back, taking a seat and he says, "You do realize how much time you could have saved if you just led with this," he offers bemusedly. "So," he says, "I'm assuming you didn't stop by to show me that you got handed your super suit and you get to be all official now. So?"

He takes a bit of one of the apples and some grapes, and a bit of the cheese, a smile on his features. Yes, he's having fun tormenting you a bit but you're infinitely tormentable being new and wanting to be one of these SHIELD types.

Quake has posed:
"I had the jumpsuit the last time I came," Skye points out with a grin. "However, they don't let me out with a gun yet. No firearms without a keeper. And.." the woman retakes her seat with a shrug. "What would the fun of leading with this have been? I assumed we were playing a game of wits and words, so I played. You expected something snarky and bitter, or a plain cheese pizza thrown on your desk. Not this. So I gave you the unexpected."

He's given a very forward look. "I thought you'd appreciate the unexpected given you can have as much of ass kissing as you can stand otherwise."

Iron Man has posed:
"You would think, right? Sadly..." he says with a sigh. "It seems like Pepper gets all the ass kissing. I get Happy. And if you think i want his lips anywhere near me, no matter what part of my body...then clearly you haven't seen him after lunch. I'm telling you..the guy neds to stop going on dinner dates," he says with amusement. Still though, Tony likes snacking and he chuckles to himself a bit. He looks at the seam, where he knows the zipper for the jump suit is. Something seems to be entertaining him about it but then he lets it go and he looks back to you. "So...you've fed me. You've graced me with yoru countenance, and you've gone out of your way not to kiss my ass. What may I do for you, Agent Cornflower?"

Quake has posed:
Tony is treated to a smirking gaze, her lips a tiny rosebud of mirth. "Since we're off the record here? I assume we're off the record here given I came of my own accord, you're an ass." She still seems amused, though. "And eat. I spent good time and money on this."

The bottle of wine is opened and poured. It's not a bad vintiage if you consider she paid for it herself.

"I came because I can't stop thinking about that battle video I brought you. And I've been talking with someone else. They didn't discard the notion that there might be something of a hive mind thing going on. I thought you might be useful."

Iron Man has posed:
It's easy for you to notice that Tony doesn't take his eyes off you much. The skin, the rosebud lips. You're hardly unattractive. And while he's not the lewd ladies man he once was, it doesn't mean he's gone blind. Though to his credit he hasn't fully inspected the jumpsuit and its pluses and minuses when it comes to fit. "You know, as much as I keep calling you differnet flowers, you should be glad I haven't pulled out any comments about you as a chauffer and role-reversal in Driving Miss Daisy. I think Driving Mr. STark has a good ring to it. could be a promotion...new role at SHIELD....liaison and personal go-getter for Mr. Stark. You've already proven you can do food."

He is having fun. "You spent my good money." But he does listen to what you say about the hive mind and he nods. "It is possible. It's nto like we haven't run into things like that before. Plus he does seem to have the ability to influence thought...if it's not a hive mind it may be a sort of mass-mind control. Of course if that ever happens again it leads to the quesiton of how do you disrupt the signal but yeah..it's nto the most ridiculous idea I've heard today." WHich is about as close to a compliment as the rookie is goign to get.

Quake has posed:
"I did food to make a point," Daisy points out, cutting off a thick chunk of cheese, ripping open a bun and stuffing the cheese inside, along with soe cold meat. "In case you wondered, there's an awesoe second hand store just about two blocks from here. I got most of this there. And if it's possible, then we're looking at it all wrong. We need to figure out how to disable the command centre more than the weapons. They'll just continue to up the weapon base with something bigger and badder. But if we can break their line?" She shakes her head.

Iron Man has posed:
He is listening and nods, as he takes a sip of the wine and then drinks the glass down. However, hsi face doesn't make it seem like he drinks it that quickly because it's good. He drinks it that quickly so it can be gone and he grins, "Remind me to send you a real bottle of wine. Not a second hand one," of course that's not the store you got it from but he's going to split hairs because without doing that, where is the fun for Tony?

So as he sits back in his seat, he thinks about things, his lips pursed, pondering what you said. "It's worth looking into. I just don't know how much you're going to like the answer, that's all. Some of these things, out there, the command center isn't like a room full of computers or a floating whatever you would call it that we see in the movies....it's a person, a mind, a being of immense and colosal power. In other words...it can be a bitch and not something we'd want to just go after without a really good plan. And some heavy duty back up. Fortunately...we hopefully have a little reprieve before we have to figure out how to do that."

Quake has posed:
The 'drinking' down of the wine is noted, and she frowns, nose crinkling. "I know, but I'm a girl on a budget, and I only had fifty of your dollars. As it was that cost more than I was comfortable with." She tried. She very much tried.

"What do you mean, I might not like the answer? Nobody else is looking at it. It's all weapons and how they got here. And I wasn't actually thinking it would be a row of computers. Quite the opposite, actually. And that head stuff isn't my thing."

Iron Man has posed:
"Right, that's the answer you may not like," he says with a chuckle. "We deal in this world, right/ What we can see, what we can touch, what we can feel," he explains. "When things start happening there..." he says, and he points to his head, before he turns his hand to look more like a pistol and 'pretends' to pull the trigger. "Then this happens," and he lets his head fall to the side. "It's not my skill either. I'm good at faking it obviously because I have the world's premier brain, I'm super modest," he says, adding the second comment there, completeyl on purpose, "And I'm able to make cool toys. But yeah..." he says quietly. "If the answer is something up in here, we're gonna need someone better than just me and you, not that you dont' have a lot of heart. I like that your'e trying to look where no one else is."

Iron Man has posed:
He adds, "You could be totally wrong, but no one would know if they didn't at least check. Not everyone spots the gaps."

Quake has posed:
Skye's features settle on a slight frown, "Gee. Thanks. A lot of heart, huh?" Her brow furrows, "I'm not some dumb kid off the streets, you know." Well, she was some kid off the streets. And getting caught /was/ dumb. But she wasn't some dumb kid. "It's the gaps that are going to kill us. Everyone thinks in the box. People like me are vital. Even you." She puts her bun down and uses her index fingers to mime out a box shape in the air.

Iron Man has posed:
He looks at you and hold shis hands up, "Easy there tiger. That was a compliment. I think it's impressive you're looking in this direction. We'll find out." He seems to be tryign to appease the Angry Daisy version, or hurt version, it's hard to say what exactly but he wants you to know that he's in agreement with you. And so, sitting back, he winks and he takes out a thumb drive and he downloads the footage. Not, it isn't on the drive and not, it isn't even the same drive. It's definitely a Stark Industries drive. "I wouldn't plub this into a SHIELD computer but if you have...you know, your own computer, tablet....something digital," he says with a smirk, knowing full well you have a complete hacker's rig....or at least did. "you can plug it into there and take a few looks before it wipes itself."

Quake has posed:
Daisy settles into a frown of not sure how to take what he's just said. "I know it's not my area of expertise. That's why I'm hoping maybe someone else might have ideas. But it /could/ be a computer system. Hardwired into mics or straight into their brains. All they'd need would be a central console. I don't really think it's a god-mind." She's met a god. She can't really picture him doing something as mundane as this.

When he pulls out the drive, she gives him a suspicious look. "Seriously, you're going to give that to me?" But she holds out her hand, and curls her fingers about the drive, giving him a look of some consideration. "You don't know, do you? Who I was." Am, her brain corrected. They dragged her kicking and screaming into SHIELD, but they hadn't eradicated all that was DarkSkye. In fact, she had a sneaky suspicion that Fury and co /wanted/ her to continue to cultivate Skye. Just.. under their watchful eyes. They wanted what she could do. Daisy, the civilian, was useless to them.

Iron Man has posed:
He looks at you as you ask the question and seems about to answer when there's a call. "Mr. Stark - your next appointment is here." He smiles then and he rises. "Saved by the bell." Or the button under his desk that his foot steps on and causes his phone to do that exact thing. But you don't know about that. He stands and walks over to you and takes out $1,000. "To cover this bottle of wine, and the next," he says, handing it to you. He does look at you, and the zipper of your suit, then back to you and grins, having a brief moment of other ways he could tuck the money into the suit but int he end it is held out. "And, genoa, melon...perhaps a nice canteloupe, some prosciutto....we've got to class this up a bit now...." yeah no answer to your question but plenty of food advice.

Quake has posed:
At first Skye merely gives the outstretched hand with the money a 'you have to be kidding me' look of disdain, lips twisted into a moue of displeasure. She's not aware of teh bell trick, but given the amount of lunch left, and the comment, she's pretty sure this was never intended to be a long meeting. Just as well, she'd gotten most of what she'd come here for. Most. Not all. Lips quirk over that same 'you have to be kidding me' look until he mentions what she's to bring their next tete'a'tete, and somehow that makes it okay, the petite woman snatching the bill up and smirking now. "Fine. We understand one another."

Like yeah, she's got an off-grid computer. And phone. And tablet. Even if she's sure SHIELD knows about a couple of those. But maybe not about the few places she still stashes such, or visits to do off the grid lookups. It's hard to know. As far as she knows, she's their top computer hacker. She hasn't run into interference yet. But Fury always seems smug of a sort when dealing with her. Like he's ever so terribly pleased about something, and the something's name is Skye.

"You might want to dress up next time. A girl has standards." That comes with a grin, and is followed up by, "Thanks. And, if you know someone else I might talk to about this? You're right. If it's not computers, I'm out of my league. I think it is, but that puts me in the box, so I have to consider I might be wrong."